"You would have to consult someone better informed than me, maybe the Prelate would be willing to spare some time from his busy schedule to give you a lecture?"  And he will find an excuse to tag along for that hilarious interaction.

Seelah at least knows the basics!

"They are weak to cold iron weapons and resistant to mundane weaponry... but I guess that isn't a problem for you.  Lots of them are resistant to different kinds of energy, you know, cold and acid and fire, in the cases they aren't outright immune.  Oh, and they are all Chaotic and Evil."

Occlus has as many as several follow-up questions, because the sketch of the systems she has so far gathered makes little sense. Almost certainly this will rapidly exceed Seelah's ability to answer, in which case she will shift the topic to defining the demons she has so far seen more exhaustively.

Seelah knows some of the very basics... she can describe Dretches, Babaus, and Succubi in general appearance and some of their most notable abilities.  She can describe common iconography and weapons of Baphomet and Deskari cultists (but glaives are popular among Shelynites also).

Daeran knows more, but he seems to prefer framing his knowledge as quips and sarcastic remarks injected into Seelah's more practical commentary.  When Seelah runs out of things to say, he goes on a full tirade about the type of sinner alleged to make up each type of demon.

"...and Brimoraks, the punishment of Pharasma for arson is apparently enabling quite a bit more arson, really kind of a questionable plan with skewed incentives if you think about it."

"Pharasma isn't actually trying to punish people in a sensible or fair way, if she was, no one would suffer for eternity."  Seelah hasn't had a lot of catechism, but she got that point down.  It may be counterintuitive to most people but it made sense to Seelah.

"You should share your theological opinions with some of the local preachers, some of them seem quite eager to lecture sinners on the eternal suffering justly waiting for them."

Dymitr actually knows quite a few more demons than that, but he would rather not be involved in this conversation, please and thank you.

"What an... interesting... cosmology."

"Are you saying you've never before looked through a scry at your future eternal fate?  Are scries as hard to come by as demon summoning in Sarusan*?  Or are you saying you're from outside Pharasma's system entirely?  You don't seem like a gibbering horror from beyond our comprehension, but maybe you're also extraordinarily talented at shapeshifting?"

* whatever translation Darth Occlus is under indicates this is metonymy for a distant and mysteriously isolated place.

She hasn't looked at a scry before!  Is that something nobles in Mendev do?  Well, if it actually sets someone straight Seelah would say that is a sensible use of a spell (and the money to pay for it), but somehow she is getting the feeling that hasn't happened in Count Arendae's case.

"In all my studies, ten thousand years of lore across ten thousand worlds, never have I encountered so much as a scrap of proof for what you claim so easily verified. Certainly I have killed those who claim to be gods, simple conmen and those with power to back their pretensions both. But all proved mortal and fragile in the end."

"From outside the system it must be, else we share a distressingly persuasive hallucination."

Odds are that she is the conwoman in this situation, but he'll bite.  At worse he can laugh it off later as a deliberate amusement.

"Are you saying those ten thousand worlds don't have any horrible Evil afterlives, or don't have any afterlives at all?  I would like an alternative that is better than nothingness and doesn't involve sucking up to the 'Good' Gods or their churches."

He says it just like all the jokes he has been making, but with keen enough sense one might detect an edge of desperation.

"Sucking up to the Good Gods isn't necessary... I think it actually doesn't even help much.  What helps is not doing Evil and being Good and kind to other people."

She addresses Darth Occlus.

"I think if you are powerful enough to cut off pieces of Deskari you can probably just buy a spell to visit an afterlife directly?  I mean, I think you need a really powerful cleric to cast that sort of spell, but probably you can handle dangerous enough adventuring to afford one, or maybe get one to use it in gratitude for saving this city from Deskari."

He suppresses a flash of anger.  Normally getting a rise out of a Paladin would be his entire objective, but this is actually something he cares about.  He should follow up with another jibe at the Paladin if he wants to keep showing the same carefree attitude, but he his stuck on one on the moment.  He settles for practical information instead.

"The spell you need for that is planeshift, I think Terendelev can cast it.  I don't think the 'Good' afterlives take tourists but I've heard Axis does, maybe you can get Terendelev to show you around."

"I have no interest in an afterlife, and certainly not in one that requires I surrender my self to the whim of an arbitrary and capricious power. I am Sith, and my fate is mine to decide and no other's. In life, and in death."

"You can decide to be kind and helpful and still decide your own fate!  If you want to be a Cleric or a Paladin you might need to give up some control, but neither of those are a necessary part of being a Good person!"

He makes an overly exaggerated eyeroll and sigh as Seelah speaks, but waits for her to finish before following up.

"You can also clear up any Evil alignment with enough demon slaying!  Adventurers come from around the world to balance out the ledger for whatever petty banditry or whoring or bastards or 'accidental' civilian deaths or even intentional murders they've done.  I even bet the Abadarans have a ledger worked out on exchange rates.  How many dead demons do you think balances out 'accidentally' killing a whore?"

His voice is dripping with sarcasm shifting to bitterness as he finishes.

How many dead demons balances out getting an entire guard retinue killed in a 'prank'? Dymitr thinks to himself but of course doesn't say out loud.

"Girl, you seem to be under the impression that the judgement your Pharasma's system makes of me is something I care about. It is not. I do not recognize the authority of any entity to claim objective truth about my moral worth, and I see no reason to let an attempt at such a claim dictate my behaviors. I will continue to act as I see fit and as serves my goals. And if upon my death Pharasma seeks to direct the course of my soul, then they are my enemy and I will treat them as all slavers that ever attempt to prey upon me." The air grows heavy with the weight of Occlus's displeasure, a subtle pressure upon the mind.